TTC and my first pregnancy:
We first started TTC in September of 2007 and I fully expected to be pg within a few months. When nothing happened, I figured my body was still trying to get over the Depo shot I'd had in early June 2007 since AF was still way irregular. My cycle became somewhat regular in May 2008 and so I figured it would happen fairly quickly after that, but nothing happened. When I still wasn't pg by November I made an appointment with my OB. Everything checked out fine and he set me up for an HSG in December. The HSG was very painful but showed that my tubes were clear, so we decided to give it a few more months. Still nothing happened. The summer of 2009 for 4 cycles I was on Clomid with no luck, so we stopped the Clomid. At that point I decided to stop charting, temping, using OPK's or really even tracking anything anymore and after discussing it we decided to NTNP until after I finished grad school and got a job, then we planned to go for IUI. Well on January 30, 2010 I was cleaning my bathroom and ran across an FRER HPT and decided to POAS. I set it on the counter and was organizing things and looked back at it and saw a second line. I ran to the back yard to get DH and tell him to come and look at it. He just told me not to get too excited until we had it confirmed. So I went through all of the bathroom stuff and found another Answer brand HPT and it too came up with a second line. The next day I took a digital, which read pregnant so we called it official and excited called our families to tell them the news.
I was student teaching at the time and at about 7 weeks along MS kicked in hard core and would last all day. It was rough too. By the time I was done with student teaching the MS was still going strong and it lasted until 20 weeks. At 17w2d I had some sudden bleeding and we went to the ER where we were told that it was placenta abruptia and that there was a 50% chance we'd lose the baby. Then they sent us home and told me to rest. About 2 weeks later I had my regular appointment with my OB and he said when he looked at the u/s from the ER it was a blood clot and it would likely resolve itself and everything would be fine. The rest of my pregnancy went well with the exception of the severe edema that started right before 20 weeks and only got worse. My blood pressure never went up though and I never had any protein in my urine so my OB said it was okay.
DD's Birth Story
7lb 3oz, 18 1/2 inches long
October 6, 2010 @ 7:02am
At my 37 week appointment it was discovered that DD had gone from head down to breech. When she was still breech at 38 weeks, my OB suggested tentatively setting up a c/s date for 39 weeks because he deemed it was unlikely she was turn at that point.
We got up at a little after 4am to get to the hospital by 5. Once we got to the hospital I was immediately put in a recovery room and hooked up to monitors. It indicated I was actually having some pretty strong contractions already, some of which I didn't even feel. After they had me all set up on the monitors, they hooked up my IV in my hand. A few minutes later the other nurse was checking something else and discovered that my IV was leaking so she messed with it for a while to get it to stop. After that, my IV was even more uncomfortable.
People started coming in one at a time and explaining different parts of the process to me. A nurse came in and told me who all was going to be there and what their role would be. She also gave me a brief overview of the whole process. A little later my OB came in to check on my and gave me another overview of the whole thing and explained a little more about the actual surgery part. The anesthesiologist was next and she explained the entire process in vivid detail about how the anesthesia part would work. She explained how I would feel, how long it would take, etc. Once she left I started to feel a little panicky. Suddenly the fear set in and I really didn't want to go through with it. I knew that I didn't have a choice and that this was really happening and I needed to come to terms with it. So a laid back on the bed and took some deep breaths and gave myself a pep talk.
A little more than 5 minutes before 7am a group of nurses came in with a wheelchair and wheeled me out. DH was given his scrubs to put on and told to remain where he was until they came and got him. I cannot describe what I was feeling as I was wheeled away from DH.
In the O.R. they had me sit down on this very narrow table where the anesthesiologist first gave me a numbing shot, then she explained everything to me as she put in the epidural needle followed by the epidural catheter. I felt the sting of the numbing needle, but didn't feel much of the rest of the process. My legs and feet started to tingle immediately. They laid me down on the operating table and put my catheter in (which I didn't feel at all, thank God). Someone laid a really warm blanket on top of me, but I hadn't even realized I was cold. Suddenly all these people were there and this curtain thing was being hooked up right in front of me. I heard someone tell someone else to go get the husband, and I knew it was happening.
DH came in and sat down by my head and grabbed my hand. I could feel people touching me on the other side of the curtain thing and knew they were getting ready to get the baby out. I kept waiting for some sort of sensation that I was being cut into, or some tugging or pulling feelings, but before I knew it, I heard a baby crying. Everyone started to talk excitedly and making comments about how cute she was and how clean she was. My little girl was finally here.
Internally I was completely freaking out. I could hear her, but I couldn't see her at all and I desperately wanted to see her and hold her! I have never felt such a desperate feeling in my life. They called DH over to the baby and he jumped up and practically ran over there. I heard them announce her weight and length. Then someone told DH to walk around and show her to me. When he did, he was initially still about 3 feet away from me.
I could see her and she was unbelievably beautiful. It did not feel real at all that this was MY baby. DH came in close and put her right by my face and I kissed by baby girl. I will never forget how warm and soft she was. They told DH to bring the baby with him and follow them to the nursery, so DH left me there and went with Lyla to the nursery where he stayed the whole time.
In the meantime, they were stitching me up. It didn't take long at all and I felt non of it. Once they were done, I was wheeled back to the same recovery room I had been in. I was desperate for my baby and kept asking the nurses when I could have her. They told me that I would be in recovery for 2 hours before I would be taken to a regular room where I would be reunited with my daughter. It was complete torture. About an hour later, DH came in for a few minutes to show me pictures of Lyla he had already taken and told me all about her. He said they were waiting for her temperature to come up to 98 degrees, and then they were going to bathe her. He said that they had to wait until I was in a regular room before they could bring her to me. The nurse then stepped in and said that I would be moved shortly since I was already regaining feeling in my legs, so I would get moved early.
DH got all excited and went off to go get pictures of them washing Lyla.
I got moved a little later, but they didn't bring me my baby as I expected them to. I was left there pretty much by myself, except for a nurse who came in and checked my vitals every few minutes. I was really starting to get the feeling back in my legs and abdomen area and it hurt A LOT. It felt like I was on fire and I was cramping so very bad too. About an hour and a half after I got moved into the room, they finally came in to hook up my morphine to my IV. It was about that time when DH came in with Lyla. Before they even finished hooking up the morphine, most of the pain was gone once I had my baby girl in my arms.
Overall, I am extremely glad that we didn’t have any visitors that first day.
After DD was born we went straight into NTNP since we expected another long TTC journey. However, on July 29, 2011 after only 2 50+ day cycles I got a BFP. We had just decided in June to begin actively TTC once AF arrived again. This pregnancy has been extremely easy compared to my first one. I haven't had any MS at all and no edema until I was 32 weeks and even at 36 weeks I can still wear all my regular shoes. The pregnancy itself has been quite uneventful.
After I had my c/s with DD I immediately knew that I would attempt an unmedicated VBAC with a subsequent pregnancy. So I've been planning that since before I got my BFP. Thanks to some amazing friends I met on this site, I am in possession of NCB books and even Hypnobabies!! I am really excited about my VBAC and have my birth plan all set up with my OB. Unfortunately, I have also been under a lot of stress lately. DH became unemployed in November and is still looking for a new job, so that has been stressful for us both.
On February 9, 2012, my mom called to tell me that my dad was being admitted into the hospital for some abdominal swelling and edema. After they had him there and ran some tests they discovered his white blood cell count was extremely high and they couldn't remove his gallbladder like they wanted to. He was also diagnosed with emphysema and cirrhosis of the liver, but the initial concern was to remove his gallbladder. A week after being admitted they performed the surgery and removed his gallbladder successfully and seemingly without complications. A day after his surgery he was walking around the hospital and looking forward to being released by the weekend. However, once the weekend came he started having some breathing issues and they refused to release him. By Monday he was being transferred to ICU and they were putting in a ventilator. After a week like that my mom called and told me to come see him and that he was in bad shape. DH and I made the 6 hour drive and stayed about a a week so I could spend some time with him. He was lucid, but couldn't talk or even write. He tried so hard to write stuff down but all he could get down was scribble. The day I left I told him to hurry up and get better because he had to come visit me when his first grandson was born. He gave me a thumbs up. I told him that I loved him and that I would see him soon. After another week of no change in his condition, he was finally transferred to a bigger hospital. The next day that told my mom that dad was in bad shape was likely wouldn't survive the night. He did, but never got better. At 6:24am on March 4 my mom called and said the hospital had called her to come back to the hospital immediately, dad was fading fast. At 1:11pm that day, surrounded my my 2 brother, 2 sisters my mom and some other family members, my dad's heart stopped beating. My brother called me at 1:13pm in broken words that his heart stopped.
On Thursday, March 8, we said our last goodbye. It still doesn't seem real that I won't see him, speak to him, or hug him ever again. He was only 52 years old. At the funeral, my sister told me his boots are at home next to his recliner where he always took them off when he came from work.
This is the picture we displayed at the funeral service.
Last edited by AnnaRO; 03-09-2012 at 03:56 PM.
I'm so glad this pregnancy has been a breeze compared to Lyla's. Hopefully Kole's birth will follow the same pattern. How did you like the Hypnobirthing stuff? Have you had a chance to read it? Have you been practicing the relaxation? I found the relaxation tracks so helpful in the last few weeks of my pregnancy. The rainbow relaxation track put me right to sleep most nights. They worked so well, I've actually thought about whipping them out again! If your mind is racing at night they really do help to push away all the mental (and physical) weight that's accumulated throughout the day. As a bonus, they train your mind to slip into a state of relaxation more easily. I think that's why I had such an easy time remaining calm during T's birth. My mind just knew what to do after several weeks of practice.
The past month I've really fallen off the wagon with all of it, to be honest. Before that I was doing good with reading and listening to the tracks. The tracks always put me right to sleep too, so I'm not sure I'm doing it right when I listen to the tracks. Hopefully I'll get back into it now and be able to get enough of it to help me with the birth itself. I actually want to get back into listening to the hypnobabies tracks again just to get that escape from reality for a bit.
Beccasweet said the tracks made her fall asleep! All good. It's never too late to get back into it.
I knew your whole history, but I have to say that I still really enjoyed reading it all again. You've come such a long way in your journey to motherhood over the years.
I was a real slacker when it came to "studying" my hypnobirthing. I really only ever listened to the one Rainbow Relaxation track and I think I started around 35ish weeks. Considering I had T at 38w3d, it was a crash course. Nevertheless, the morning after T's birth, one of the nurses said I was the "poster child" for hypnobirthing. Whatever that means. I didn't even use the tracks when I was in labor! Still, I feel like they helped a lot. You have the determination. Now all you need is to try and get yourself to a point where you can tune out the world and focus on that little man.
Since Clara came so early I wasn't to the point that I should've been in my Hypnobabies course but it still helped me tremendously! You'll do great Anna!
Anna I only did the hypnobirthing which was reading the book and two tracks, but I still found with that tiny bit it helped when I went for my ECV (very uncomfortable) and in early labour and calming myself enough I was a completly hysterical mess when they said I needed a c section and putting the spinal in because I am terrified of needles. You really retain more than you think you do, I only listened to it once a week after antenatal classes while I sat in the car waiting for hubby to finish work.